Michael MarvoshThe Truck that Killed MeThe truck that killed me was big, and red, and came out of nowhere. I just looked up and there it was, not even moving, just a solid object…Jan 24, 2018Jan 24, 2018
Michael MarvoshI Decided to Write this Post of my Own Free Will… or Did I?I was walking on the greenbelt by the river when I came to a side path. I didn’t have any particular destination or deadline; I was just…Jan 13, 2018Jan 13, 2018
Michael MarvoshThe purpose of life, from a cosmic perspectiveThe universe is dying.Nov 7, 20179Nov 7, 20179
Michael MarvoshHomeOur lives can be thought of as lines that slowly fade into existence when we are conceived, become much more solid when we are born, and…Aug 23, 2017Aug 23, 2017
Michael MarvoshWhat do I care enough about to write about every day for 2 years?I am one month into a project where I’ve committed to two years of writing every day for at least 20 minutes or 1,000 words. At first, I…Aug 4, 20171Aug 4, 20171
Michael MarvoshEach and every moment is full of a million deathsThoughts on the transience of life and its implications for how we should live.Jul 30, 201715Jul 30, 201715